I participated in a blood donation camp last week, Friday to be precise...
That is when i realized the reason why good deeds are so tiresome...
I have been meaning to do my bit for the noble cause for a very long time, but each time something or the other was conspiring against my act of 'soul cleansing', if it was the unhygienic set-up once, professional pressures on other occasions did their bit...
This time I decided that no matter what I have to do it...
The actual procedure took all of 5 minutes but the waiting for the medical check-up and post transfusion care took more than an hour...
All those hours in the gym felt worthwhile when I got to know my hypertension was under check and the rate at which my heart was pumping blood was reaching that of an athlete...
The passing out of two lady colleagues almost psyched me out, especially because both of them seemed fairly healthy...
Neway, I did at least one good deed in a while...
What amused me was that 350ml is the quantity of blood that is extracted, which in booze parlance translates in to 1pint...
Signing off...